No time to think, no time to run

Chapter 2: catch me.

Finally we got to the police station where the man was taken. I could hear him yelling asking For them to be careful cause he hurts. I mean me and Spencer just shot him and he was stitched up at the scene and an ambulance was here so we could interview him quickly and take him back to the hospital as soon as possible.

I sighed running my fingers through my freshly colored purple hair. Spencer pressed his lips together giving me a concerned look but kept walking with me and took me to the conference room, Where they were working on a case of murders. I only glanced at them because I get fairly queasy at anything gruesome.

"Do you want some coffee?" He asked setting his satchel on the table softly.

I nodded, " 5 sugars please."

He walked out and I observed his frame as he walked out watching closely to how he walked, he would keep his hands slightly in his pocket, light footsteps, and his head was titled slightly along with those other things.

I sat there with my head down ignoring all the photos around me. I heard footsteps and a little thud on the table and I looked up. Finally some coffee. I smiled at him and took a small sip.

"Thank you"

"Your welcome, are you okay? You're really pale.." He said furrowing his brows and licking his lips making his tongue stick out just barely.

"Y-yeah... Just the pictures, I get queasy easily but I'm ignoring them so I should be fine." I said pressing my lips into an awkward smile.

Every movement he made was so attractive and cute and nerdy and jus- I need to stop thinking like that I just met him. I physically tugged at my own hair scrunching my face without knowing so.

"What's wrong are you okay??"

My face burnt red, "yeah my head started hurting really bad. I'm fine sorry..."

I drank more of my coffee and avoided eye contact with him and he just looked over the book he had. Well at least that's what it looked like.

"Are you really reading that fast?" I spoke up raising an eyebrow.

With out looking up he nodded, his brows furrowed and his finger gliding smoothly across the paper with ease. I watched him and he just kept flipping the pages every 10 to 15 seconds. I was so amazed. He must be a genius. I decided to go to the bathroom and clean up.

"Hey, uhm... Where's the bathroom at..?" I said scratching that back of my head.

He put his book down and stood up walking to the door, and I followed, "it's over there," he pointed but lowered his finger when he saw my face. He looked concerned and I had a confused look.

"What is it? Is there some thing on my face?" I practically panicked over a look on his face, I'm such an embarrassment to myself.

"No, you just look like your about to pass out. I'm walking with you to the bathroom and I'll stand outside but if you take too long I'm gonna come in. Okay?"

I nodded and he walked me over, and I locked the door to the bathroom. I put my hair in a bun and leaned over splashing water on my face. I put my hands on either side of the sink holding myself up as the remaining water dripped off into the sink from my face.

Why was he so concerned with me? He was probably just being nice and helpful, I mean those pictures were pretty brutal.

They flashed in my head staying there. I studied over them. Brutal raping to the point of genital bruising, it was purple bruising but almost black. The eyes of the woman in the photo I was remembering were wide open, her hand basically frozen while stretched out. There was a bruise shaped somewhat like a hand print on her face, her neck had wring marks from obvious strangling from a cord, but the cause of death were stab wounds to the abdomen and one to the chest directly between her breasts. They seemed to have happened at the same time so they probably might have two unsubs and not one, But that's not for sure. I have to look at the other pictures.

I unlocked the door with my face still slightly wet and ran to the conference room where their evidence was at. Spencer ran after me and I stopped right in front of the photos. These girls, I Recognized them.

"Scarlet you can't look at those pictures! "
He exclaimed catching his breath.

I stuck my index finger up to him studying these pictures as fast as possible. Then it hit me..

"Oh my god... " I whispered only audible to Spencer and my voice cracked and I covered my mouth, "they... Spencer... Those girls are my cousins... And my... My mom.. "

Tears streamed down my face as I sobbed and he walked me away from the photos. How come no one in my family could tell me? My dad? My brother. Maybe even my aunt!!

"Spencer... I don't know what to do..." I said wiping off my face. The whole world started to spin and I started running to the bathroom, only to have Spencer follow me and bang on the door.

"Scarlet, open the door. Please, we can help you I promise you just have to trust us. I know it's not okay but, it will be. Come out please, I don't want to have Morgan break this door down."

I refused to open the door, "I'm not opening it Spencer. I'd rather die. My moms gone!! I don't want to be in a world without her!!"

||spencers p.o.v||

People in the station were looking our way. I shook a little bit.

"Scarlet, please just come out and I will take you somewhere to calm down."

I heard the door unlock and it slowly opened revealing her tear soaked face and without thinking I pulled her into a hug rubbing her back. She sobbed ever harder.

I pulled away and walked with her outside and we sat on the bench there. "Do you want me to go get your coffee? "

She nodded.

"Okay stay right here and I'll be right back" I said standing up and walking inside fairly fast so I could get back to her.!

Obviously this man was trying to attack either her or another family member which wasn't okay. I walked into the room and grabbed out coffees only to be stopped by Morgan.

"Hey kid, what was going on with the pretty girl just a minute ago?"  He said leaning in the doorway.

I sighed deeply, "it's her mom and cousins... The victims are related to her."

"Oh.." He spoke quietly, " I'll go let Hotch know. He might want to speak to her.."

I nodded pressing my lips together and started walking to go out and sit with her for a while. Suddenly a violent scream came from out where she was.

I dropped the coffee hearing her beg to be let go. I was frozen for a couple of seconds but the sound of her was gone and I couldn't think. I finally came too and grabbed my gun form my holster running out there and looking around and I went to each side of the building looking down in the small alley. But I didn't see her.

I started putting my gun back but stopped when someone spoke up.

"Jump you stupid bitch"

She whined and sobbed, "n-no! Let me go! Get your hands off me"

Hopefully the guy didn't see me because I was directly beside there was a little bit of extension on the roof that had hid me while I was looking around.

"Do it now!! Or I'll shove you!" She winced and sniffled.

"No, I'm not jump-" She screamed and I ran out and she landed on me crushing me beneath her body.

Tears welded up in my eyes and everything was spinning from hitting my head so far. I could feel her body breath on me. Thank god.

Seconds later everything started getting darker and Hotch and Morgan were out here yelling about an ambulance. That's all I can remember before my world went dark and cold.

//hey guys so this is the second chapter and I think it's a lot better than the first, but I know these chapters won't be so long that it takes hours to read them, just at least 2,000 - 2,500 words each and sometimes more. But anyways I hope that whoever is reading this enjoys the book. I tried very hard to not be so jumpy but please if you see any mistakes just let me know In my inbox or comments either one works.

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